The people in baozhilin were surprised, not only because the two strings of magic soldiers were still bleeding, but also because most of the two strings of magic soldiers were not strange to them.


    Gold dart, glass chop and Xingdian lock. The three magic soldiers named by sister Jin before are more characteristic and easy to recognize. At this time, the three magic soldiers were recognized in Ling Ziyan''s hand. Some people also know that the owners of these three magic soldiers - Jin Shizhong, Yu Guangyi and Kuang mine are interested in the fat sheep that appear in the treasure forest today and go hunting together.


    As a result, now the magic soldiers of the three are in the hands of fat sheep.


    Who is fat sheep? Who is the hunter? Is the blood dripping on the magic soldiers from the three of them?


    This is just these three things. In addition, there should be a master behind every divine soldier who would rather die than let go of them.


    But now the master is gone. The magic soldiers are in the hands of others. They are taken to the middle circle of the treasure forest and sell them directly.


    "Boy, you are a little crazy!" Finally someone spoke out and said what everyone said.


    Treasure forest is just a gathering place. The people gathered here are never a whole. They are not proud of treasure forest. Some people insult or despise treasure forest. There will be no waves in their hearts. Here they may be buyers and sellers, partners or enemies, but they can''t be friends.


    This is the rule for survival in baozhilin. Sister Jin can live in baozhilin for 20 years because she believes in it enough.


    Just people are not plants, who can be ruthless?


    Seeing that so many magic soldiers of baozhilin people were robbed and sold in the middle circle when they were still dripping blood, everyone had a bad feeling.


    Is it a common enemy? Or the death of a rabbit? No one can tell. It''s just very unusual. At this moment, no one is thinking about business and interests. Everyone glared at Lu Ping''s five people, and the crowd gradually tended to surround.


    "No one wants it?" Lu Ping asked again at this time.


    "I''ll kill you!" A man who didn''t know where drank fiercely, and a red light came straight at the road.


    Lu Ping turned slightly, flashed over and raised his fingers gently.


    Poof!


    A blood arrow rose into the sky, and everyone was startled, even Lu Ping himself and Fang Yi.


    A crowd had already dispersed. In the middle of the open space, a fountain above one shoulder was still shaking, and the raised arm was still pointing to Lu Ping.


    After shaking twice, the body finally fell down, and the blood was no longer sprayed. Then they saw that he had no head.


    The forest was suddenly quiet again, and the crowd that had just been surrounded was spreading unconsciously.


    ”What are you doing? " Fang Yi stared at Lu Ping.


    Lu Ping was looking at his fingers and carefully recalled that he just fought back with a Zheng Shun sound. There was nothing special and he didn''t deliberately add force. Lu Ping didn''t understand how he could beat people like this at once.


    "Maybe he''s too weak." Lu Ping said.


    Everyone heard this sentence. Everyone was looking at the headless corpse falling to the ground and the blood still flowing out of his neck. His heart was cold.


    Although the head is gone, everyone always knows this one. The once-in-a-lifetime common hatred of baozhilin in front of everyone ended with Shao Zhang taking the lead. The silent crowd did not dare to look directly at Lu Ping at this time. They were retreating, and there was a trend of scattering.


    "Look, it''s all your fault. It scared people away!" Fang Yizhu blamed Lu Ping.


    "It was just an accident. No one wants the magic soldiers?" Lu Ping continued to work hard, asked for a bunch from Ling Ziyan and came forward to sell it in person.


    His speed was so fast that he had plunged into a crowd in the blink of an eye that people couldn''t hide.


    "Does the magic soldier want it? Look, there are many kinds. " He lifted up the magic weapon and shook it in front of one person.


    Those who can escape are hiding, but the one who is being asked by Lu Ping dare not go.


    This is buying and selling! The one who was asked by Lu Ping wanted to cry without tears. Doing business in the treasure forest already feels like licking blood with a knife edge. Did they ever think they would be forced to buy and sell?


    Run? afraid to.


    Refuse? I dare not.


    The had to choose by force. In fact, most of Lu Ping''s magic soldiers recognize which is good and which is bad, and which is most valuable to him at a glance. Think about being used by others anyway. It''s better to choose one that makes you comfortable, so he provoked one of them and asked, "how do you sell this?"


    The magic weapon he selected is a short sword named Cangzi. Although it is only a third-class magic weapon, it is a pure strengthening of the spirit of attack, which is very suitable for him. He envied for a long time, but he knew that the magic weapon was very easy for the old owner and could not be transferred, so he simply didn''t move his mind. I didn''t expect to be forced to buy it from others today.


    In the past, this magic weapon was a premium, and he would win it without hesitation. After all, the value of this kind of magic weapon varies from person to person. The same magic weapon has different value for different practitioners. But today, the coveted Cangzi was available in the twinkling of an eye, but he was not happy at all. Thinking of the terrible figure he was about to hear, he felt that Cangzi could not bring comfort to himself.


    Just hope not to go too far! The was thinking dejectedly when he suddenly heard Lu Ping repeat what he had just said: "how do you sell this?"


    "Ah?" He looked up blankly and knew that Lu Ping was not asking him, but leaning towards the side over there to greet him.


    Fang Yizhu hurried over and picked up Cangzi mold as a sample. These are the magic soldiers just started. He didn''t come to take a closer look at them one by one!


    "Level 3... Spirit of attack enhancement? single? Oh, that would be more expensive. " Fang Yizhu took Cangzi in his hand and said while feeling the strengthening effect after injecting the power of soul. The sentence "more expensive" let the man die.


    Of course, he didn''t die like this. After calming down, he still asked, "how much is it?"


    Level 3 magic soldiers can still be measured by money.


    "Well... Um, eight thousand... No, ten thousand gold!" Fang Yi injection road.


    "How much?" The man exclaimed.


    "It''s 10000, but for the sake of being our first guest, I''ll give you a 20% discount and 8000 gold. Are you happy?" Fang Yizhu patted the man on the shoulder and said.


    But the other party just stared, but there was no response. Fang Yizhu was a little embarrassed. He laughed at Lu Ping and said, "look at him, all happy people are stupid."


    "What do I think? Your price is not quite right?" Lu Ping wondered.